Poems for my son - William Hill
Things not said.
Advice Not given
Envelopes unstamped Regrets enceloping me.
Is it easier there? i wonder.
I ponder, I guess. Yes. I guess, Yes.
Do you think of me, as i do of you, my son? My son.
My... son
The things you'll do, I'll never know The pain. The secrets.
Oh, to be a given a chance, a start, the restart the fresh start.
Will love come for you, as it did for me?
find you? wreck you? save you? change you?
and if life breaks for you the way it would not break for me,
if love hunts you, find you, captures you, will you hold it tight?
nurture it? protect it?
i hope you will. i hope yu can.
this father's advice is not required, it has no call,
so instead, i'll share some from another.
it's better to have loved and lost, than to never have loved at all.